Doctor Who (2005)

(The energy within the heart of the TARDIS turns Margaret into a Slitheen egg) The Doctor: She can start again. Live her life from scratch. If we take her home, give her to a different family, tell them to bring her up properly, she might be alright. Captain Jack: Or she might be worse. The Doctor: That's her choice.

Margaret Blaine: If I were to be arrested, then anyone capable of tracking me down would have considerable technology of their own. Therefore, they would be captivated by the extrapolator. Especially a magpie mind like yours, Doctor. So the extrapolator was programmed to go to Plan B. To lock on to the nearest alien power source and open the Rift. And what a power source it found. I'm back on schedule, thanks to you. Captain Jack: It's going to convulse. You'll destroy the whole planet. Margaret Blaine: And you with it! Whilst I ride this board over the crest of the inferno all the way to freedom. Stand back, boys. Surf's up!

Margaret Blaine: (grabbing Rose by the throat with her Slitheen arm) One wrong move and she snaps like a promise!

Margaret Blaine: In the family Slitheen, we had no choice. I was made to carry out my first kill at thirteen. If I'd refused, my father would have been fed me to the venom grubs. If I'm a killer, it's because I was born to kill. It's all I know.

Margaret Blaine: I promise you I've changed since we last met, Doctor. There was this girl, just today. Young thing. Something of a danger, she was getting too close. I felt the bloodlust rising, just as the family had taught me. I was going to kill her without a thought. And then, I stopped. She's alive somewhere right now, she's walking around this city because I can change, I did change I know I can't prove it... The Doctor: I believe you. Margaret Blaine: Then you know I'm capable of better. The Doctor: It doesn't mean anything. Margaret Blaine: I spared her life! The Doctor: You let one of them go but that's nothing new. Every now and then, a little victim's spared. Because she smiled, because he's got freckles, because they begged. And that's how you live with yourself. That's how you slaughter millions, because once in a while, on a whim, if the wind's in the right direction, you happen to be kind. Margaret Blaine: Only a killer would know that. Is that right? From what I've seen, your funny little happy-go-lucky life leaves devastation in its wake. Always moving on because you dare not look back. Playing with so many people's lives, you might as well be a god. And you're right, Doctor, you're absolutely right. Sometimes you let one go. (pause) Let me go.

Rose: You don't even like Trisha Delaney! Mickey: Oh, is that right? What the hell do you know? Rose: I know you and I know her, and I know that's never gonna happen. So who do you think you're kidding? Mickey: At least I know where she is! Rose: There we are then. It's got nothing to do with Trisha, it is all about me, isn't it? Mickey: You left me! We were nice, we were happy. And then, what? You give me a kiss and you run off with him and you make me feel like nothing, Rose. I was nothing. I can't even go out with a stupid girl from the shop cos you pick up the phone and I come running. I mean, is that what I am, Rose? Standby? Am I just supposed to sit here for the rest of my life waiting for you? Because I will.

Margaret Blaine: Public execution's a slow death. They prepare a thin acetic acid, lower me into the cauldron and boil me. The acidity is perfectly gauged to strip away the skin. Internal organs fall out into the liquid and I become soup. And still alive. Still screaming. The Doctor: I don't make the law. Margaret Blaine: But you deliver it. Will you stay to watch? The Doctor: What else can I do? Margaret Blaine: The Slitheen family is huge. There's a lot more of us, all scattered off-world. Take me to them. Take me somewhere safe. The Doctor: But then you'll just start again. Margaret Blaine: I promise I won't. The Doctor: You've been in that skin suit too long. You've forgotten. There used to be a real Margaret Blaine. You killed her and stripped her and used the skin. You're pleading for mercy out of a dead woman's lips.

Rose: The Doctor took me to this planet a while back, it much colder than this. They called it Woman Wept. The planet was actually called Woman Wept, cos if you looked at it, right, from above there was like this huge continent like all curved round, sort of looked like a woman, y'know, lamenting? Oh my God, and we went to this beach, right? No people, no buildings, just this beach like a thousand miles across. And something happened, something to do with the sun, I don't know, but the sea had just frozen. In a split-second, in the middle of a storm, waves and foam. Just frozen. All the way out to the horizon. Midnight, right, we walk underneath these waves hundred feet tall and made of ice… Mickey: I'm going out with Trisha Delaney.

The Doctor: Is that what you want? A last meal? Margaret Blaine: Don't I have rights? Captain Jack: Oh, like she's not going to try to escape! Margaret Blaine: Except I can never escape the Doctor, so where's the danger? (pause) I wonder if you could do it. Sit with a creature you're about to kill and take supper. How strong is your stomach? The Doctor: Strong enough. Margaret Blaine: I wonder. I've seen you fight your enemies. Now dine with them.

Margaret Blaine: I gather it's not always like this, having to wait. (pause) I bet you're always the first to leave, Doctor. Never mind the consequences, off you go. You butchered my family then ran for the stars, am I right? But not this time. At last, you have consequences. How does it feel?

Rose: We've got a prisoner. The police box is really a police box. Margaret Blaine: You're not just police, though. Since you're taking me to my death, that makes you my executioners. Each and every one of you. Mickey: You deserve it. Margaret Blaine: You're very quick to say so. You're very quick to soak your hands in my blood. Which makes you better than me how exactly?

Margaret: (on seeing the inside of the TARDIS) I almost feel better about being defeated. I never stood a chance. This is the technology of the gods. The Doctor: Don't worship me. I'd make a very bad god.

(The Doctor decides to take Margaret back to Raxacoricofallapatorious) Margaret: They have the death penalty. The family Slitheen was tried in its absence many years ago and found guilty, with no chance of appeal. According to the statutes of government, the moment I return I am to be executed. What do you make of that Doctor? Take me home and you take me to my death. The Doctor: Not my problem.

(The Doctor looks at the Blaidd Drwg banner) The Doctor: How did you think of the name? Margaret Blaine: What? Blaidd Drwg? It's Welsh. The Doctor: I know, but how did you think of it? Margaret Blaine: Chose it at random, that's all. I don't know. It just sounded good. Does it matter? The Doctor: Blaidd Drwg. Rose: What's it mean? The Doctor: Bad Wolf. Rose: But… I've heard that before. Bad Wolf. I've heard that lots of time. The Doctor: Everywhere we go, two words following us. Bad Wolf. Rose: How can it be following us? The Doctor: (pause) Nah, just a coincidence. Like hearing a word on the radio then hearing it all day. Never mind.

Mickey: You'd blow up a whole planet just to get a lift? Margaret Blaine: Like stepping on an ant-hill.

Captain Jack: According to intelligence, the target is the last surviving member of the Slitheen family, a criminal sect from the planet Raxicoricofallapatorious, masquerading as a human being zipped inside a skin suit. OK, plan of attack. We assume a basic 57-56 strategy, covering all available exits on the ground floor. Doctor, you go face-to-face, that'll designate exit one. I'll cover exit two. Rose, you exit three. Mickey Smith, you take exit four. Have you got that? The Doctor: Excuse me. Who's in charge? Captain Jack: Sorry. Awaiting orders, sir. The Doctor: Right, here's the plan. (pause) Like he said. Nice plan.

(Margaret gives a press reception for the nuclear power station project) Margaret Blaine: This nuclear power station right in the heart of Cardiff city will bring jobs for all. (applause) As you can see, as Lord Mayor, I've had to sanction some radical redevelopments. (a photographer takes a picture of her; Margaret puts her hand up) No photographs! What did I say! Take pictures of the project by all means but not me, thank you. (pause) So, Cardiff Castle will be demolished allowing the Blaidd Drwg Project to rise up, tall and proud, a monument to Welsh industry. And, yes, some of you might shiver. The words 'nuclear power station' and 'major population centre' aren't exactly the happiest of bedfellows. But I give you my personal guarantee that as long as I walk the Earth, no harm shall come to any of my citizens. Now, drink up. A toast. To the future. (The assembled press repeat the toast) And believe me, it will glow.

Mickey: There's no police boxes anymore, so doesn't it get noticed? The Doctor: Ricky, let me tell you something about the human race. You put a mysterious blue box slap bang in the middle of town. What do they do? (claps his hands on Mickey's shoulders) Walk past it. Now stop your nagging, let's go and explore.

Captain Jack: What's with the police box? Why does it look like that? Rose: It's a cloaking device. The Doctor: It's called a chameleon circuit. The TARDIS is meant to disguise itself wherever it lands. Like if this was Ancient Rome, it'd be a statue on a plinth or something. But I landed in the 1960s, it disguised itself as a police box and the circuit got stuck.

Mr. Cleaver: I've checked the figures. I've checked them again and again. Always the same result. The design is not safe. It could result in the deaths of millions. I beg of you, stop the project right now before it's too late. Margaret Blaine: Well, goodness me. Obviously, Mr. Cleaver, you're the expert. Mr. Cleaver: Then you'll stop it? Margaret Blaine: It seems I have no choice. (her stomach rumbles) Oh, do excuse me. Civic duties leave little time for a sandwich. Mr. Cleaver: But you promise you'll stop it today? Margaret Blaine: Well, of course. Nothing is more important than human life. What do you take me for? Some sort of maniac? Mr. Cleaver: Why, no. Margaret Blaine: Am I right in thinking you've shown your results only to me? Mr. Cleaver: Just to you. No one else. Margaret Blaine: Wise move. Mr. Cleaver: (turning away from Margaret) I can't tell you, Mrs. Blaine, this is such a weight off my mind. I've barely slept. I couldn't believe my own readings. The scale of it, destruction like the British Isles has never seen before. (Margaret reaches for her head; cut to Cleaver, blue light flashing behind him which he doesn't see) If I didn't know better, I'd almost think someone wanted this project to go wrong. As though they intended that this city should be wiped off the map. Thank goodness we've got you, our esteemed leader. (He turns round to see the Slitheen, which attacks him)

Captain Jack: Ah, sweet, look at these two. How come I never get any of that? The Doctor: Buy me a drink first. Captain Jack: You're such hard work. The Doctor: But worth it!

Mickey: I mean, I don't mind you hanging out with Big Ears up there… The Doctor: Oy! Mickey: Look in a mirror.

Mickey: But this guy, I don't know. He's kind of… Captain Jack: Handsome? Mickey: More like cheesy. Captain Jack: Early 21st century slang. Is "cheesy" good or bad? Mickey: It's bad. Captain Jack: But bad means good, isn't that right?

Mickey: Have you seen yourselves? You all think you're so clever, don't you? The Doctor: Yeah. Rose: Yeah! Captain Jack: Yup. (slaps Mickey)

Mickey: That old lady's staring. Captain Jack: Probably wondering what four people can do inside a small wooden box. Mickey: What are you captain of? The innuendo squad?

Idris Hopper: The Lord Mayor says... thank you for, for popping by, she'd love to have a chat but, um, she's up to her eyes in paperwork... perhaps if you could make an appointment, for, for next week...? The Doctor: She's climbing out the window, isn't she? Idris Hopper: ...Yes she is.

The Doctor: (On looking at a newspaper and finding out that Margaret Slitheen is the Mayor of Cardiff) And I was having such a nice day...

Margaret: This is persecution. Why can't you leave me alone? What did I ever do to you? The Doctor: You tried to kill me and destroy this entire planet. Margaret: Apart from that.

Cathy: The deaths. The number of deaths associated with this project. First of all, there was the entire team of the European Safety Inspectors. Margaret: But they were French! It's not my fault if 'Danger – Explosives' was only written in Welsh. Cathy: And then there was that accident with the Cardiff Heritage Committee. Margaret: The electrocution of that swimming pool was put down to natural wear and tear. Cathy: And then the architect? Margaret: It was raining - visibility was low. My car simply couldn't stop. Cathy: And then just recently Mr. Cleaver, the government's nuclear advisor. Margaret: Slipped on an icy patch. Cathy: He was decapitated. Margaret: It was a very icy patch.

Margaret: We're in Cardiff, London doesn't care! The South Wales coast could fall into the sea, and they wouldn't notice. (stops) Ohh, I sound like a Welshman. God help me, I've gone native.